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Rump Steak
she sells veg at
a market stall
red raw flesh is not her bag at all
shuddering at
a carcase hung
spring lambs slaughtered far too young
inconsistent,
she likes my meat
licks and sucks and chews it neat
often rare if
I worked away
then it hardly leaves her mouth all day
when it's overdone
meat makes her sore
but ointment brings her back ...
Friday 10th September 2021 10:37 am
Meat
butchery cuts it for Ruby,
well known for her brisket,
who gave men a wide berth
for she didn't like to risk it
offal unresponsive, so she
fondled the odd carcase,
pined for sheep's eyes to
tenderize her pining ass
Ted sold her pork products,
poor Ruby was easy meat,
his pies and sweetbreads
just swept her off her feet
his pig's trotters stumbling
...Sunday 29th November 2020 11:48 am
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